Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A battle so acute in pride.
A or rather plague, a fever,
me to the fireside.

At a crackling wood's spark to the skies,
The tempest king, he the throne.
But halts in as equal legions
Melt into the tone.

An elder arose
From blood soaked fallow
With orders at urgent voice
And reasoning as shields.

And dreadful words it
As he spoke of
Thus I as the Tempest,
As his came upon my hand.

Then swords risen by the brave
As for me I rose a twig the skies.

And no one withdraw
eyes were as the fiend's.
All men in and zeal.
As ire filled to air.

While two in for the throne
A third with on stainless cheeks
In bushes in conceal
of the bleak.

At startled,
Dismay had my twig
I turned the fireside
And the sparks of the night
Lit the my paths with wings
me and my Three Neuron Kings.